reposted to this spot


                                                         TAYLORS SONG
                                                           	 (Sid. Palmer 2/26/04)
D/A/G(4/4 slow ballad                                                     
D                                                   A
He never fit in, as a kid, with his boots and cowbow hat.
                              D
All the jocks in school, never could see, where he was at.
                                A
His life was  never, any fun, 'till they opened the gate.
A                                     
It wasn't like ours,lived by hours,his came in seconds of 
D
eight.


(BRIDGE)
G                             D     A             
As he goes out, in a blaze of glory,Underneath  the bright 
     D
spot light.
         G                    D      A 
One more round, in the big go round,that he called his 
D
life.
G                                     D        A
On the back of a bull ,his life is full ,as he prays
             D
nothing goes wrong.
                        A                                                  
And if it does,we will remember who he was,in the words of 
        D
a rodeo song.


(2)
Some say it's foolish, to live your life ,riding the very edge.

Others say, you can't die ,wondering what might have been.

Me I say ,there's got to be lessons learned, as we travel this road.

I was glad I was there,someone who cared, and he called me his friend.


(3)
No one could see, the tears as the rain fell down,and I wondered where he was.

A friend to the end,I traveled with him, moving from town to town.

And when they finished  their words ,I swear I heard,as they lowered him down.

Somewhere on high,in that sweet by and by,they were calling for his next go round.


(This song is not for any particular cowboy but is a tribute to all who go out and 
lay it on the line ever day.
There have been greats who paid the price for loving this sport)